Best Smoking Poems

the unzipped match —
a flame that heats the tips of fingers,
those sensitive appendages
that linger,
upon the cheek,
the whiskers.

erogenous zones touched by the flame,
like candles arouse
compatible birthday suits.

the cherry red matchstick
plumps up her lips
making them magnetic.

his lips and ruby tongue
pulled into
the black hole of her being.

their own...

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“Smoking Gun”


Twisted Blistered dance with me
Come on Brother Snow get off your genuflection mojo knees
The World’s about to turn and merge
Vibrating dimensions souls that turn 4th and 5th must be better than 3rd
The World’s a vomit bucket filled with the spew of war 
and ravaging...

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"Smoking is bad,
Out of fad", says
my lad of eight

Don't smoke again
It does slain you
Gives pain to us

I do not bluff
Said,"Enough!" Took
a puff to think

26.02.16...

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Well he was smoking
The stream that came
From his mouth
Looked like the exhaust
From a fast moving 
Trailways diesel bus...

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A poet's reading another poet is like 
a smoking room at the airport: 
an enclosed space, 
happy non-smokers behind glass walls, 
the poet's thoughts, 
as strong as Cuban cigars, 
coming through 
bluish twists of the another poet's fantasy, 
as sweet as Virginia*,
a boarding announcement, ...

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He tossed the finished cigar in the bin,
Doctors for years have said it is a sin,
To blow your two lungs out in puffs of smoke,
Is as bad for you as using street coke!

He was advised to go for morning run,
quit cigars, be a vegetarian,
He ignored...

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(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)


To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,

If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,

But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,

So many lives it takes away.

It really is a...

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The day has been cloudy & gloomy and the rain is pouring away.
Hot coffee to beat the blues and a cigarette to start the day.
Are cigarettes like a cloud sometimes clear and sometimes gloomy?
The killing stick makes me happy or puts the sadness through me.
Pulling...

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Dive into poetry,
Smoking a lot less,
Less smoke,free breathing,
Less stress on my chest,

Longer life,my health,
I know its for the best,
Although stopping is so hard,
So hard to digest,

Ink versus Smoke,
An internal test,
Who will be victorious,
In my contest.........

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You give into peer pressure and hesitantly cut class, 
So you can smoke cancer sticks and,
Get high in the school bathroom with, 
Five other boys that are your so called friends,
A security guard smells the cigarette smoke and, 
Chases you out of the bathroom and...

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If they use, they say they don’t abuse.
If they get high, they say it’s a lie.
If they want it legal, they say it’s medicinal.
I believe they know, deep down in their soul…
that smoking pot is wrong. It’s a sinful act,
something that brings about the unethical,...

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Smoking Hot

Once upon a time there was a little girl
She carried a chipped edged bowl in her hand
Charity had been generous to her riding years
Gifts were ripped, unwanted and unsized clothes
Grandma loved her Red Riding Hood in any wear
She named her so for her cheeks...

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Barry was a perfect citizen
And would never break the law
Having the odd *** or two
Was his only flaw.

One day on a cigarette break
In the works smoking spot
He dropped the finished butt
Amongst burgers going to rot.

Then there was an enormous roar
And Barry was taken aback
In the...

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Smoking

There once was a black dog.
His tail was limp, no wag.
All he could think about
Was where he would get
His next ***.

There once was a white dog.
She jumped and danced
And wagged her tail
As she pranced.

It wasn’t that the white dog
Was smarter than the black.
It was just...

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A lady in a white dress and a yellow hat,
All filled with a fragrance of the preeminent perfume,
When I hold her tight with my bare hand,
She makes me content full of amuse.

She is the best healer and companion for me,
She took me out of my...

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